why did i have to grow up?
why did the pitter-patter in my heart
turn into anxiety,
instead of love?
why did the butterflies in my stomach
turn into fear,
instead of happiness?
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@ghostedinnerthoughts
why did i have to grow up?
why did the pitter-patter in my heart
turn into anxiety,
instead of love?
why did the butterflies in my stomach
turn into fear,
instead of happiness?
i used to be scared of my reflection, but i think i've gotten better, because now when i look in the mirror, i see all the things he loves.
i am going to have a lock on my door that you do not have the key to.
I'm a pile of unfinished things, unsaid feelings, unthought thoughts, and unlived lives.
tell me who you are apart from what you have.
what scars does your heart carry?
I was kind to myself today
kindness I should have allowed myself all along.
I cleaned my room, changed the bed, a hot shower, two glasses of cold water and some lotion on my body.
I was kind enough to light my favorite candle and do yoga by the flickering light.
I allowed myself the solitude and peace the midnight air holds.
I said it’s normal to feel, that my emotions are real.
I told my mind it’s okay to rest, and my heart it’s alright to love. The sun will rise in the morning.
I’d like to be kind more often.
My regret cut deeper into me than the knife I held.
what have I done?
sometimes I forget it’s my first time living.
a painter doesn’t create the Mona Lisa the first day holding a brush
I want to change the world.
but for now, I will settle for making a new self.
A tree can’t bear healthy fruit with rotting roots below.
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
There are two hearts on the floor, one is mine, both are yours.
but how will it end
with our swords to the skies
or the blades to our wrists
everything is romantic if you’re hopeless enough.
i am not the savior of my own life,
i cannot take credit for something i could not do.